dream.

i am a dreamer. i always have been. and i love it. i love to dream, i love to spend time thinking of the possibilities. i love to make lists of my dreams. i love the word dream. there are so many possibilities. i remember dreaming as a kid of what my life would be. where i would go. what i would do. i spent most days dreaming. i was in m own world, creating dreams.

but i have discovered a flip side of dreaming. when you muster up the courage to go after a dream and the rug gets pulled out from under you. you are completely blind sided by a giant failure. what do you do now? do you continue to dream? i, for one, and terrified to dream again. i have put them all into a little room, turned off the light, and shut the door. i walk past it every now and again, peer at the dreams, and fear rises up in me. so i quickly walk past. but i don't like myself when im not dreaming. i don't feel fully me. i want to get back to that place where i am free to dream. the land of dreams is where i want to live.

so how do i get back there?